"You did well," Isa praised when I sat on my chair. I gestured to her with my hand and we both supressed our laugh when the teacher glared at us before starting her discussion. I shrugged my shoulders and Isa grinned at me. I just did not expect to catch Rogie's stare at me. When our eyes met, he smiled at me. I hastily looked away.I WAS tired, barely keeping up with my quick breaths as I ran my way back home. The sun had sank in the horizon and darkness enveloped every corners of the town. The faint light from inside the hut made my heart beat fast. I knew mother inside, preparing dinner for tonight. I got home late that evening because I forgot time was running fast and that night was still early even after Christmas. It was a chilly February night. But my brows knotted when I felt something was strange inside the hut. I smelt a faint scent lingering in the air. A man's perfume. Was someone been here? Before I could call Mom, a figure appeared from the small kitchen door. A man
"You're doing suicide, are you?" I blinked for a few times before I swallowed and said, "Teacher Anthony?" He sighed and ushered me towards the passenger door. "But I'm wet ---" He cut my protest. "Doesn't matter." I sat on the passenger seat and Teacher Anthony hastily closed the door. It was only then when I realized I was standing in the middle of the road when Teacher Anthony saw me shivering under the heavy rain. When he sat on the driver's door, he looked at me for a brief moment before he ran the car ahead slowly. After a few minutes, he stopped the car at the sidewalk and looked at me again. He cleared his throat. "What are you doing out there?" My eyes looked down. "I-I don't know." "Sydnee," he called. "I'll bring you back to your parents. What's your address?" I shook my head and a dry laugh escaped from my lips. "I don't have a home." "Sydnee." "Please, I don't want to go home. My mother don't want me to go back there." His brow knotted. "No parents could afford
I saw Teacher Anthony. His hair was wet and he smelt of shave and manly perfume, like the scent he usually wore in school. My throat went dry. School. I had a class. I smiled at him and looked away. "Good morning, Sir." A smile curled in the corner of his lips. "Just call me Anthony. I am six years older than you but I don't like to hear you calling me Sir in this house." "Okay." I cleared my throat and looked at him sideways. "Are you going to school today?" His shoulders shrugged. "There's no class for today, Sydnee. The roads were full of waters from last night's thunderstorm and the authorities were still cleaning the roads. The principal cancelled classes for two days." Good news then. But when I took a glance outside the balcony, I remembered the little nipa hut. Was the storm swept clean the little hut? I hoped not. My parents were still there. "Let's go downstairs. I'll cook our breakfast and I'll return you to your home after." "No." I shook my head. "I don't want to go
Then shrugged his shoulders and led me towards the kitchen where the food I cooked earlier were served. "But let me know next time," he said. I nodded. "So... I can work on your lawn tomorrow?" He stopped from his tracks and lowered his gaze at me. My eyes locked with his and I saw how amusement danced across his eyes. "You know how to work that out?" "Yes," I breathed. "You know... I can clean the whole house." His gaze darkened at my words. "Sydnee, I did not bring you here to be my housemaid." "I volunteered to do it." I sighed and lowered my gaze. "My body liked to work. Can't be idle." "Alright. If that's what you want." He cleared his throat and bore his gaze on me once again. "But when will you go to school? Examination week is fast approaching, Sydnee." "I know." I played with the hem of the sleeve of his shirt I was wearing. Anthony promised to buy me clothes tomorrow. I bit my bottom lip. "I'm not ready now. Maybe next week or so." His brow knotted but he kept his mo
"What? Did I surprise you that much?" I asked. "I can't help it." He grinned. "As you wish." His arm was still around my shoulder so I hastily wrapped my arms around his torso and looked up gently to meet his eyes. "Thank you for listening," I said. His thumb caressed my cheeks and his lips curved into a gentle smile. "Good night," he said. The warmth of his arm around my shoulders diminished as he put his arm down. I sighed and entered my room. I closed the door while staring into Anthony who was still standing in front of the door, scrutinizing me under his gaze. Only when the door closed that I exhaled a sharp breathe. I did not notice how I held my breathe while staring into his soft gaze. The air had changed around the corner of the school. More gazes fell on me as I walked in the school ground. My brows knotted in annoyance and curiosity. Why were they staring at me like I was a strange prey? "Have you heard the news?" a girl whispered to her companion sitting on the bench
I bit my lower lip. "And you said I dragged you in this mess. Should I ask Rogie to protect you too?" She waved her hand. "No need. Lisa can't touch me." My brow raised. "Why?" "Because honey..." Isa grinned from ear to ear. "I am a princess." I laughed at her joke. But even though she's grinning like a madman, I saw the seriousness in her eyes. Princess or not, I did not want her to be bullied because she accompanied me in the hallway. "You should be careful too when you walk outside," I said. She nodded and we both turned our heads to the front when a teacher enter the classroom. My heart was beating hard against my chest when I walked towards him. He was staring at me, scrutinizing me under his gaze. I, too, was staring at him. I did not know if I should stalk to him or to walk outside the classroom. But I found myself holding his gaze like how he was holding mine. My feet stopped in front of him. He was still sitting on his chair like a king, legs spread apart and arms cros
I squinted my eyes on his face. I was right. There was a streak of tears on his cheeks and I was dumbfounded. It was my first time to see a man crying because of me. I looked away. "Stop blabbering. It's not your obligation to free my father from prison nor to provide for my tuition. But don't worry. I'll see it as a loan and I'll pay you in the future with the interest --" "I'm not charging you." He combed his hair using his hand and scoffed. "Your father was not a criminal. Lisa's father, the duke, wanted to put him to prison because your father was an upright man. They charged him fraud and planted fake evidences. Lisa was betrothed to me since childhood and they wanted us to wed when time come. I took that chance to seal a deal with the duke and my parents." His gaze on me soften. "I want to stay here to protect you but I can't do it when I'm gone." "Why are you doing this?" "Because Sydnee," he whispered and caressed my cheek. "When I first saw you, I fell in love with you. An
Tomorrow came and Rogie was gone. The principal had visited our class and personally announced Rogie's departure. I just did not expect her to denouce bullying at school. With all those years, I thought bullying was normal in the academy for even the administration did not bother to defend the bullied. "It was Rogie's plea. He wanted to stop the bullying system in the academy," the principal admitted when I asked why she denounce bullying. My brow raised. He stopped the system when he was gone. Great. I should not question it, right? He was the master bully. Of course, he must stop the system because he'll transfer and he'll build another bullying system in another place. I huffed. What a perfect story.While walking back to the classroom, I could not erase Rogie's face in my mind. Especially his crying face. I sighed and shook my head. I chose to be silent for that entire morning. Later that day, our adviser announced the annual PTA meeting next week. It was mandatory for the pare